Producer: AntMan Wonder
[Intro]
Oh, it’s Add-2
Man I’m gon’ keep it all the way real
If one more of y’all niggas hit me up with some damn links
Some damn mixtape stuff, like nigga I don’t wanna hear none of that shit
I’m not the nigga to do that to, I’m sorry
What the fuck I’mma do with your link, nigga
I can’t do shit with it, aight
I’m tryna help some hoes on twitter nigga
[Verse 1]
I been sayin’ for years that I ain’t nothin’ to play with
The listenin’ like synonyms they sayin’ the same shit
I’m stayin on track like I’m running in Asics
Givin’ them the mental picture homie go ‘head and frame this
But this ain’t graduation ain’t no caps and gowns
Puttin’ rappers in the box like the lost and found
Tough titty get a padded bra, oh am I fallin’ off?
Don’t hold your breath you’ll end up lookin’ like the avatar
It’s Add-2 bringin back backpacker rap
Flow so rapid that a frat couldn’t paddle that
Snake couldn’t rattle that, matter fact
Kinda like watching Nas in Belly, you can tell I don’t know how to act
I got vision bet a blind man see that
You taste niggas pussy I’m finger fuckin’ your feedback
You wonder where we meet at?
I’m standing on the corner where you wish you was
And where you’ll never fuckin’ be at nigga
[Hook]
Yellow light, you should pump the brakes (slow down)
Yellow light, you should pump the brakes
Oh you a rapper nigga? Nah thinkin’ you should quit
I heard your album nigga, I can’t get jiggy with this shit nigga
[Verse 2]
Pray me attention you ain’t gotta pay funds homie
I make a killin’ I ain’t gotta spray guns homie
You copycats, I should call you Shane Tongue homie
I stand out like Cheryl Underwood’s gums homie
Windex couldn’t make it any clearer
My only competition is the man in the mirror
Only one eye slick rick shit spit sick
You paraplegic can’t kick shit
Nigga stop playin’ bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
Call it letter to [?] goin’ all across the map
Let me open up your eyes if you blind to the fact
I’m inspirin’ all the niggas who inspired you to rap
Every little bit I write is like a little bit of light
When it’s blacker than the actor from In The Heat Of The Night
If you tryna get a line, you can get in line
Add-2 killin’ niggas call it black on black crime nigga
[Hook]
[Sample]
[?]
What the fuck is this?
You, muthafucka!
(Can I help you sir?)
Yes look at me, huh?
This is wack! I can’t get jiggy with this shit!
Where’s your damn manager I’ll [?] muthafucka!
(The manger’s not here I’m runnin’ the store right now)
You look like [?] this shit
Give me my damn money back right now [?]
Oh, it’s Add-2
Man I’m gon’ keep it all the way real
If one more of y’all niggas hit me up with some damn links
Some damn mixtape stuff, like nigga I don’t wanna hear none of that shit
I’m not the nigga to do that to, I’m sorry
What the fuck I’mma do with your link, nigga
I can’t do shit with it, aight
I’m tryna help some hoes on twitter nigga
[Verse 1]
I been sayin’ for years that I ain’t nothin’ to play with
The listenin’ like synonyms they sayin’ the same shit
I’m stayin on track like I’m running in Asics
Givin’ them the mental picture homie go ‘head and frame this
But this ain’t graduation ain’t no caps and gowns
Puttin’ rappers in the box like the lost and found
Tough titty get a padded bra, oh am I fallin’ off?
Don’t hold your breath you’ll end up lookin’ like the avatar
It’s Add-2 bringin back backpacker rap
Flow so rapid that a frat couldn’t paddle that
Snake couldn’t rattle that, matter fact
Kinda like watching Nas in Belly, you can tell I don’t know how to act
I got vision bet a blind man see that
You taste niggas pussy I’m finger fuckin’ your feedback
You wonder where we meet at?
I’m standing on the corner where you wish you was
And where you’ll never fuckin’ be at nigga
[Hook]
Yellow light, you should pump the brakes (slow down)
Yellow light, you should pump the brakes
Oh you a rapper nigga? Nah thinkin’ you should quit
I heard your album nigga, I can’t get jiggy with this shit nigga
[Verse 2]
Pray me attention you ain’t gotta pay funds homie
I make a killin’ I ain’t gotta spray guns homie
You copycats, I should call you Shane Tongue homie
I stand out like Cheryl Underwood’s gums homie
Windex couldn’t make it any clearer
My only competition is the man in the mirror
Only one eye slick rick shit spit sick
You paraplegic can’t kick shit
Nigga stop playin’ bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
Call it letter to [?] goin’ all across the map
Let me open up your eyes if you blind to the fact
I’m inspirin’ all the niggas who inspired you to rap
Every little bit I write is like a little bit of light
When it’s blacker than the actor from In The Heat Of The Night
If you tryna get a line, you can get in line
Add-2 killin’ niggas call it black on black crime nigga
[Hook]
[Sample]
[?]
What the fuck is this?
You, muthafucka!
(Can I help you sir?)
Yes look at me, huh?
This is wack! I can’t get jiggy with this shit!
Where’s your damn manager I’ll [?] muthafucka!
(The manger’s not here I’m runnin’ the store right now)
You look like [?] this shit
Give me my damn money back right now [?]
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Save Our Souls (2012)
Add-2 popular songs
- Modern Day Coons
- Assassination of Add-2
- Cotton Fields
- Mic Jack
- The Almighty Add-2
- Tale Of Two Citiez Freestyle
- Iron Mic
- Bomber & a Fly Chick
- Ghetto Dreams Freestyle
- Death Of Chicago
- The Glorious
- Eulogy
- Runnin’
- Club Church/Club Hell
- The Ugly Side of Beautiful
- It’s OK
- They Call It
- Rings & Crowns
- Couples Therapy
- Knock Knock
- Get Up Get Down
- Paper
- Reset
- Die